In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Time: Day 14 of the apocalypse countdown.

Tamaki, the highest-level operations conference room.

The beeping of the red encrypted phone was sharp, like fingernails scraping against glass, echoing in the deathly silent space.

All eyes were on the telephone.

That is the last safety valve between major powers; once it is activated, it often signifies a crisis at the level of nuclear deterrence.

"Bring them in."

The elderly man sitting at the head of the table stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

As the spark went out, in that instant, even the last shred of hesitation was crushed.

Communication is established.

"I am the President of the United States of America! I demand an immediate dialogue with your supreme leader!"

"This is a final warning!"

Without even the polite diplomatic greetings, a roar erupted instantly, accompanied by static, filled with furious rage.

"What on earth are you doing?! Three hours ago, reconnaissance satellites showed that all your ballistic missile silos were operational! You've emptied the national treasury, relocated industries, and now you've even disappeared with your strategic nuclear submarines?!"

"Whether you're insane or not, I demand an immediate and reasonable explanation! Otherwise, I will consider this a full-scale war mobilization against us! I have the right to initiate the Trident nuclear strike program! We'll all perish together!"

This is blatant nuclear blackmail! It's like shitting on someone's neck!

In the conference room, a group of generals with Venus on their shoulders had livid faces and their knuckles were cracking.

Who can tolerate someone defecating on their neck?

The Foreign Minister took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and prepared to step forward and retort with the strongest words.

Although at this critical juncture, any diplomatic rhetoric seems pale and powerless, the procedures must be followed.

But a slender hand blocked the microphone.

"Comrade Su Ran, don't do anything rash..."

Li Guodong's heart skipped a beat in fright, and he instinctively tried to stop him.

This isn't just moving a warehouse; this is a diplomatic incident that could trigger World War III!

"Commander, I'd like to know, if the other side really launches a nuclear strike against us, can we intercept it in the air?" Su Ran asked.

The old man raised his eyelids and stared intently at Su Ran for three seconds.

There was scrutiny in his eyes, but even more so, a resolute determination.

Betting on the nation's fate, betting on the future.

"We are confident that we will not allow any nuclear warhead to fall on the land of Great Xia," the old man said calmly.

"Then I'll pick it up."

Then, the old man gently raised his hand and waved it at Li Guodong: "Give it to him."

This is a silent handover.

It is also an endorsement of power.

Su Ran didn't stand on ceremony. She picked up the microphone and didn't even sit down, just casually leaning against the edge of the table.

"Mr. President, I am Su Ran, Special Advisor to the 'Peach Blossom Spring' Project."

The person on the other end was visibly taken aback, then their anger flared even more: "I don't know any Su! Let your person in charge speak! I want an explanation! I want..."

"Shut up."

Two words, spoken in perfect London accent, yet carrying a suffocating chill.

The voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, like a rooster being choked.

Inside the Oval Office of the White House, a group of high-ranking officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What?"

Su Ran glanced at the digital clock on the wall. There were only 14 days left until that milestone.

"Listen, Joe. Our time is precious; we don't have time to play those Cold War games with you."

Su Ran's voice, transmitted clearly through the undersea fiber optic cable, reached the other side of the ocean: "You think we're preparing for war? That's a narrow-minded view. In terms you can understand, we're building ships."

"Building a ship? What kind of ship?" the other person asked instinctively, their tone full of absurdity.

"Noah's Ark".

Su Ran chuckled, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. "Unfortunately, this ticket isn't sold to everyone; we only ferry our own people."

"Fuck! What nonsense are you spouting! Are you trying to tell me God is going to send a flood?"

"Water may not be available, but fire is definitely available."

Su Ran's eyes turned cold, and he lowered his voice: "Mr. President, instead of staring at our missile silos, why don't you send your people to take a look at your own Yellowstone National Park?"

"Pressure value of magma chamber at a depth of 3,000 meters underground."

Su Ran's lips curled into a slight smile. "Your monitoring station should have already detected the abnormal data, but you assumed it was an instrument malfunction, right?"

Inside the White House, there was a deathly silence.

The president's hand holding the phone froze, and his once arrogant demeanor crumbled instantly.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the science advisor who was huddled in the corner.

The gray-haired geological consultant was holding a tablet computer, his face ashen, and his whole body trembling like a leaf.

"Mr...President..."

The consultant's voice trembled with emotion, "Ten minutes ago, the pressure in the magma chamber suddenly surged by 300%, accompanied by strange biological infrasound."

This report hasn't been submitted to the president yet!

How did this Great Xia person know that?!

"How did you know..." The president's voice changed, carrying a hint of fear.

"I know more than just that."

Su Ran's eyes were dark, and his tone was flat, "I also know that if we don't intervene, you will die a terrible death in 350 hours, that is, in the early morning of July 15th."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be yelling here right now, but would be thinking of ways to evacuate those tens of millions of people on the West Coast to the East."

boom!

It was like being struck by lightning.

The president's mind went blank.

The people of Daxia are not preparing for war.

They were running for their lives!

Moreover, they were fleeing for their lives in an organized and premeditated manner, taking all their possessions with them!

What does this mean? It means the level of the disaster is beyond human imagination!

"You...you knew all along?"

The president's voice trembled, his previous arrogance vanished instantly, "Tell me! What exactly is going to happen? Is it just a volcanic eruption? Or is it..."

"Figure it out for yourself."

Su Ran interrupted his questioning: "The exam paper for human civilization has been handed out. We are currently answering the questions, and as for you... good luck."

"Time is running out for you Americans."

"This is the last act of goodwill from Eastern civilization. Mobilize all your forces to dig tunnels, stockpile food, and reinforce the bunkers."

"Wait! Don't hang up! We can cooperate! We have the technology, we have..."

Click.

Without hesitation, Su Ran flipped the microphone back onto the landline.

The crisp sound of the phone hanging up simultaneously signaled the end of an old era in the supreme command centers of the two superpowers.

The meeting room was eerily quiet.

All the big shots looked at Su Ran as if she were a monster.

That's way too... outrageous.

He hung up the phone directly on the White House, and at the last minute dropped a huge panic bomb on them.

This is not just killing someone by destroying their spirit; it's completely breaking their mentality.

"Yellowstone volcano... will it really erupt?" An old general couldn't help but swallow hard.

"meeting."

Su Ran turned around and rubbed her throbbing temples. "But that was three days after the Red Rain incident. The current anomalies are just the earth's crust reacting to the approaching 'Red Rain'."

"These Onsa pirates got off easy, letting them know the news ahead of time," an officer said, somewhat displeased.

"This is a tactic, but also a way to save ourselves."

Su Ran explained, "Ten years after the apocalypse, many of the zombie kings that attacked our safe base were 'foreign garbage' that had traveled across the ocean."

If everyone overseas dies, those hundreds of millions of zombies might breed some kind of monster. Keeping them alive at least helps us share some of the firepower.

After saying that, he looked at the old man with a firm gaze: "Commander, if they're in disarray, then we're safe. For the next two weeks, no one will bother us with our construction work."

The old man gave Su Ran a deep look, then slowly stood up and straightened the collar of his Zhongshan suit.

"Well said."

The old man's gaze swept across the room, his voice firm and resolute: "In chaotic times, harsh measures are needed; in times of great disaster, drastic measures are required. Comrade Su Ran did the right thing! At a time like this, who has time to argue with them?"

The old man suddenly stood up and slammed his hand on the table: "Comrades! This is the rule of the new era!"

"We used to talk about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame; we valued moderation and the demeanor of a great nation. But when it comes to survival, all of that is utter nonsense!"

"From today onwards, all external statements from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of National Defense shall adhere to Comrade Su Ran's standards! Be tough! Be ruthless! Make them fear!"

The old man waved his hand fiercely, as if wielding a sword to sever the old era:

"As long as I can protect the 1.4 billion people of my Great Xia, what's wrong with being a 'rogue'?!"

"yes!!!"

The roar was deafening.

"Pass on my orders! Impose the highest level of lockdown across the entire territory! Conduct strict checks on all borders and coastlines!"

"In the last fourteen days, I want to see twelve underground cities. Even if it means scraping through three layers of the ground, I want to make the defenses absolutely perfect!"

"yes!!!"

The roar was deafening.

The state apparatus is accelerating again; this time, it's a sprint.